Chapter 872 The Debut

"Sister-in-law..." Carlos' scarlet eyes fell on Cassandra, as if he had used up his last strength, and then
he stumbled and almost fell down.

Fortunately, Cassandra was smart enough to hold Carlos' waist with one hand, and put the other hand
around Carlos' back, so that it was more convenient to hold him. When she touched his body, she
found that his body was very cold, as if he had been soaked in cold water for a few days and nights.

"Carlos, let's go back first, okay?" Said Cassandra.

Carlos nodded silently. Cassandra bid farewell to Arthur and carefully helped Carlos get in the car.
Almost at the same time, a black Bentley car came over. After the car braked, Lenny rushed out of the
car with a serious face and walked quickly towards Arthur.

"Arthur, what are you doing?"

Standing by the car door, Cassandra heard the roar of Lenny, who was suppressing his anger. In the
quiet factory building, Arthur quickly started to explain in an anxious voice.

At that moment, she suddenly realized that it was really good to be alive. If one day she still couldn't
escape the end of her previous life, would she never see Martin again?

As for death, no one could clearly tell her what it was, and no one could tell her where she would go
after she died. Perhaps everything would come to an end, or perhaps they would meet in a certain
place.

The night was long.

After getting on the car, Cassandra's eyes did not focus on the front factory building, "Carlos..."



Carlos sat quietly in the passenger seat. He lowered his head and hid his face in the shadow, so that
no one could see his expression clearly. He said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine. Let's go."

Cassandra opened her mouth but said nothing. She started the car and left the abandoned factory
building.

Sitting in the car with his back against the seat, Carlos stared at the rearview mirror, which reflected the
fire that was retreating slowly. His chest seemed to be rubbed into a piece of debris, and he was
bleeding in pain.

The murder case of Bonnie ended up with the murderer being killed without charge. After the police
reported, everything went on as usual. Weldon submitted a retirement application to the police in
advance and recommended Arthur to take over the case.

The approval of the police station was quick, so within two days, the whole East District Police Station
was greeting the new and bidding farewell to the old. After seeing Weldon off, Arthur officially became
the leader of the Eastern District Police Station. The police station was celebrating, as if the sadness
and depression of the previous days had been alleviated a little.

It was very late after dinner, and Arthur was still limping, so they didn't make much noise. Finally, they
went back to their own homes.

Arthur also drank a little wine. It was supposed to be a happy thing to be the chief director, but he was
not happy at all. He climbed up on the bones of others.

When he got home, he leaned against the sofa with one hand covering half of his face. After a long
time, he sat up straight on the sofa and took out a metallic U disk from his pocket. This U disk was
given to him by Martin a few days ago, and he had never opened it.



This was the last lonely file about that case years ago. He had never opened it, because he was afraid
that once the truth was revealed, it would never be able to go back.

After a while, he finally stood up and went to the study. He turned on the computer and inserted the U
disk into the groove. After a short while, a reminder appeared on the screen. He took a few deep
breaths and opened the U disk.

There was only a single folder in the disk, and the name of the folder was "Gabe". Arthur's thin lips
tightened into a straight line. Since he had come to this point, he naturally wouldn't flinch anymore.

The folder didn't contain too much information. Besides, Arthur had been working in the criminal
investigation department for so many years, so he knew what the key point was and what he could take
away at a glance.

Ten minutes later.

Arthur's eyes were fixed on the screen of the computer. On the screen was a photo of Gabe. In the
photo, Gabe was seriously injured and in a coma, and one of his legs was torn open. But he was
holding a simple bracelet, which was the birthday gift he gave to Arthur's sister.

It turned out that the truth of that incident was more cruel than he had imagined.

Gabe was a spy assigned to Black Triangle Zone. He not only had to fight with his own people, but also
had to fight with others with wisdom and courage. He was like a lonely hero, walking on a road with
uncertain future. Even his own child did not trust him and suspected him for so many years.

It suddenly occurred to Arthur that Gabe didn't care much about him in the name of being busy these
years. Did he know that he had doubts about him?



Arthur took a deep breath and took out a cigarette with stiff fingers. Surrounded by the smoke, he
leaned back on the chair and slightly closed his eyes, seeming to be thinking about something.

At this point, the doubts that had been hovering in his mind for many years finally got the answer, and
the truth came out.

In the next few days, Cassandra went to the Film And Television Base every day and came back as
soon as her work was finished. Occasionally, she would make some other announcement to interact
with her fans and keep the heat.

After a few days of good luck, she was suddenly mentioned on a micro-blog by Jack and others. She
was picking vegetables in the garden, intending to prepare some delicious food for Martin and Carlos at
night. After all, in this world, only delicious food could not be failed.

She squatted in the vegetable garden, pinching the fresh eggplant, and glanced at the micro-blog. As a
result, she was so scared that she almost threw her mobile phone out.

Then, Cassandra received more than a dozen new messages through WeChat. She rubbed her
eyebrows and opened WeChat. All the messages were the same as those sent by Jack and others.

Jack said, "Congratulations on your debut. Thumbs up." *

Cassandra didn't know whether to cry or to laugh. She had never dreamed that her helpless action at
that time brought her a new path of acting. The micro-blog post just now was a vote recommendation
from a video APP – to name the best boyfriend in a list o male stars.

Originally, this kind of vote had nothing to do with a female artist like her. However, it didn't know
whether the editor did it on purpose or by mistake. He actually put the photo of her in men's clothes on
the screen. What's more, there were many women fans who worked hard to increase her votes.



Jack said, "Samuel, the girls of your global backup team are so excited that they are about to cry. You'd
better hurry up to comfort them. You are such a bad man! "

The corners of Cassandra's mouth twitched. She was a very serious woman, not a jerk!

Cassandra swallowed and opened the micro-blog. Since she became popular, it was not easy for her to
have a global backup. Jack was still the administrator and fan of the backup.


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